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FIC: Four Guys EW/DM/BB/OB. PG-13
Title: Four Guys
Author: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Summary: Four guys walk into a bar.
Pairing: DM/BB/EW/OB in all sorts of pairings
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Fiction means “not-real events”. Don’t sue; I own NOTHING and NO ONE.
Rating: PG-13. Maybe just PG, but I err on the side of caution.
Notes: Argh. This is all sorts of pairings. Seriously. Twosomes, threesomes, foursome. Each section is different. It's...well, just read it.
a.
And this is how it starts: Four guys walk into a bar.
b.
Elijah gives the impression of suppressed energy. He’s not moving, yet somehow manages to give the impression that he’ll be off and running at any—given—moment. This is why everyone always has an arm draped over his shoulders—to keep him home, keep him sane.
c.
Billy lounges. Even against these god-awful, uncomfortable chairs. Bar chairs were not made for lounging, but he manages to give the impression that he’s completely relaxed, wherever he lands. This is why everyone always ends up draped across Billy—to release their own tensions.
c.
Dom is motion. Shifting limbs, moving bottles, laughing mouth. He’s not drunk, but always manages to give the impression that one more drink just might send him over—but for now, he’s just buzzed. This is why everyone gravitates towards him—to share the glow.
e.
Orli is grace. Even his relaxation is a pose. He stretches, sighs, dances, walks, sleeps with the same easy movement that comes with breathing. This is why everyone is so comfortable around him—his movements are so smooth and revealing.
f.
And this is how it always is. Four guys walk into a bar.
g.
Billy’s arm around Elijah seems to contain his restless feelings. Elijah closes his eyes and sighs into Billy’s shoulder. His voice thrums loud against Elijah’s ear—he feels the vibrations through their bodies. Background music for the white noise of the bar.
h.
Dom and Elijah wrestle for every inch of space. Their elbows crash, their shoulders touch. They punch each other on the arm, break off in the middle of words to hug. Dom rests his head briefly against Elijah’s. Affection can be found quickly and desperately.
i.
Billy and Dom are just—close. They occupy the same breathing room, the same air. The little bubble that is BillyandDom has a sign that says, “No Admission—Occupied”. It’s not that they keep everyone out, it’s just that they’re so obviously in. Even when Billy leans back and Dom moves forward, they’re still together. Still the same.
j. Dom/Billy/Lij
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. Usually followed by someone shaking their head in mock despair. Those three. Crammed into one side of a booth meant to seat two people. Arms around each other. Hands waving. Talking, laughing. Private jokes. Close looks. Personal space. Those three.
k.
Four guys walk into a bar. What kind of bar? Who cares?
l.
When Orli leans into Dom, it just seems…right. Their voices compete with each other, in waves of laughter and shouts. Fingers interlock, tongues linger, smiles last. They’re both different, but in all of the same ways, so it never really matters.
m.
Orli strokes the back of Billy’s neck as he talks. His hand caresses the tips of his ears; drifts slowly down to a shoulder before its return. Billy seems completely unaware of this as he trades insults across the table. His hand shakes slightly as he reaches for his beer. His lips curve slightly as he puts the bottle to his lips.
n.
Elijah’s face is hidden somewhere in the curve of Orli’s neck. He’s almost asleep, but not quite. He peeks out often enough to insult Dom, throw the occasional napkin or bottle cap at random offenders, before burying his face against Orli’s skin. Orli presses a casual kiss on his hair, causing Elijah to squirm and press closer. Eyes closed, smiling briefly.
o. Orli/Dom/Billy
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. Usually spoken softly, with secret smiles. Everyone knows what they’re up to. They’re not fooling anyone. They wander off in different directions, but all end up at the same place. Their smiles last longer, and their looks linger.
p.
Four guys walk into a bar. This bar.
q. Orli/Lij/Dom
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. But no one ever admits to having said it. It’s mostly whispers and fingers pointed. Jealous, all of them. Everyone wanted one of them—all of them—for themselves. It’s not fair that those three should be together. Shouldn’t they share the love?
r. Orli/Lij/Billy
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. In awe. Because, something like this shouldn’t…work, should it? Seem so right. Natural. Orli, the seducer. Elijah, the angel. Billy, the anchor. The three of them murmur in their own private circle. Heads bowed, as if in prayer.
s. Orli/Lij/Dom/Billy
“Those guys.” It must be something in the water. They’ve been inseparable since the day they met. It’s as if they gave each other the secret signal—“This is how it is, and how it’s going to be. Ours. Always.”
t. Orli/Lij/Dom/Bily
And it works. Most of the time. Not always—what relationship does?—but enough for it to last. Their…bond…carries them through. A seemingly casual acceptance that hides a deeper feel. An easy laughter that hints at something…more. This is how it is, and how it’s going to be. Ours. Always.
u.
Four guys walk into a bar. The night is young.
v. Wanting: Billy
He’ll never admit—not even to himself—but there’s something…about him…that he can’t quite put his finger on. But he’d like to. Oh, not like that, of course. But…he’s intriguing. Almost…erotic. Not that’s he’s interested. Of course.
w. Wanting: Dom
He could stare at his fingers for hours. Long, tapered fingers that move casually over his bottle. Playing with the label, slowly pulling it loose. Running a fingertip around the neck. Dom sighs, before taking a pull from his own drink.
x. Wanting: Lij
He’s not sure what he wants. Every time he sees him, all rational thought flies out of his head. Instead, he’s left with questions? What would it be like? To sit just a little closer? To lean his head against his shoulder? To breathe in, and know…things?
y. Wanting: Orli
This isn’t like him. This…indecision. You see what you want, you go after it. So why not this? It’s just one person. If he says yes, great. If he says no, there’s always someone that will say yes. So, why wait? He frowns, biting his lip. Why is he waiting?
z.
Four guys walk into a bar.
Author: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Summary: Four guys walk into a bar.
Pairing: DM/BB/EW/OB in all sorts of pairings
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Fiction means “not-real events”. Don’t sue; I own NOTHING and NO ONE.
Rating: PG-13. Maybe just PG, but I err on the side of caution.
Notes: Argh. This is all sorts of pairings. Seriously. Twosomes, threesomes, foursome. Each section is different. It's...well, just read it.
a.
And this is how it starts: Four guys walk into a bar.
b.
Elijah gives the impression of suppressed energy. He’s not moving, yet somehow manages to give the impression that he’ll be off and running at any—given—moment. This is why everyone always has an arm draped over his shoulders—to keep him home, keep him sane.
c.
Billy lounges. Even against these god-awful, uncomfortable chairs. Bar chairs were not made for lounging, but he manages to give the impression that he’s completely relaxed, wherever he lands. This is why everyone always ends up draped across Billy—to release their own tensions.
c.
Dom is motion. Shifting limbs, moving bottles, laughing mouth. He’s not drunk, but always manages to give the impression that one more drink just might send him over—but for now, he’s just buzzed. This is why everyone gravitates towards him—to share the glow.
e.
Orli is grace. Even his relaxation is a pose. He stretches, sighs, dances, walks, sleeps with the same easy movement that comes with breathing. This is why everyone is so comfortable around him—his movements are so smooth and revealing.
f.
And this is how it always is. Four guys walk into a bar.
g.
Billy’s arm around Elijah seems to contain his restless feelings. Elijah closes his eyes and sighs into Billy’s shoulder. His voice thrums loud against Elijah’s ear—he feels the vibrations through their bodies. Background music for the white noise of the bar.
h.
Dom and Elijah wrestle for every inch of space. Their elbows crash, their shoulders touch. They punch each other on the arm, break off in the middle of words to hug. Dom rests his head briefly against Elijah’s. Affection can be found quickly and desperately.
i.
Billy and Dom are just—close. They occupy the same breathing room, the same air. The little bubble that is BillyandDom has a sign that says, “No Admission—Occupied”. It’s not that they keep everyone out, it’s just that they’re so obviously in. Even when Billy leans back and Dom moves forward, they’re still together. Still the same.
j. Dom/Billy/Lij
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. Usually followed by someone shaking their head in mock despair. Those three. Crammed into one side of a booth meant to seat two people. Arms around each other. Hands waving. Talking, laughing. Private jokes. Close looks. Personal space. Those three.
k.
Four guys walk into a bar. What kind of bar? Who cares?
l.
When Orli leans into Dom, it just seems…right. Their voices compete with each other, in waves of laughter and shouts. Fingers interlock, tongues linger, smiles last. They’re both different, but in all of the same ways, so it never really matters.
m.
Orli strokes the back of Billy’s neck as he talks. His hand caresses the tips of his ears; drifts slowly down to a shoulder before its return. Billy seems completely unaware of this as he trades insults across the table. His hand shakes slightly as he reaches for his beer. His lips curve slightly as he puts the bottle to his lips.
n.
Elijah’s face is hidden somewhere in the curve of Orli’s neck. He’s almost asleep, but not quite. He peeks out often enough to insult Dom, throw the occasional napkin or bottle cap at random offenders, before burying his face against Orli’s skin. Orli presses a casual kiss on his hair, causing Elijah to squirm and press closer. Eyes closed, smiling briefly.
o. Orli/Dom/Billy
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. Usually spoken softly, with secret smiles. Everyone knows what they’re up to. They’re not fooling anyone. They wander off in different directions, but all end up at the same place. Their smiles last longer, and their looks linger.
p.
Four guys walk into a bar. This bar.
q. Orli/Lij/Dom
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. But no one ever admits to having said it. It’s mostly whispers and fingers pointed. Jealous, all of them. Everyone wanted one of them—all of them—for themselves. It’s not fair that those three should be together. Shouldn’t they share the love?
r. Orli/Lij/Billy
“Those three.” You hear that a lot. In awe. Because, something like this shouldn’t…work, should it? Seem so right. Natural. Orli, the seducer. Elijah, the angel. Billy, the anchor. The three of them murmur in their own private circle. Heads bowed, as if in prayer.
s. Orli/Lij/Dom/Billy
“Those guys.” It must be something in the water. They’ve been inseparable since the day they met. It’s as if they gave each other the secret signal—“This is how it is, and how it’s going to be. Ours. Always.”
t. Orli/Lij/Dom/Bily
And it works. Most of the time. Not always—what relationship does?—but enough for it to last. Their…bond…carries them through. A seemingly casual acceptance that hides a deeper feel. An easy laughter that hints at something…more. This is how it is, and how it’s going to be. Ours. Always.
u.
Four guys walk into a bar. The night is young.
v. Wanting: Billy
He’ll never admit—not even to himself—but there’s something…about him…that he can’t quite put his finger on. But he’d like to. Oh, not like that, of course. But…he’s intriguing. Almost…erotic. Not that’s he’s interested. Of course.
w. Wanting: Dom
He could stare at his fingers for hours. Long, tapered fingers that move casually over his bottle. Playing with the label, slowly pulling it loose. Running a fingertip around the neck. Dom sighs, before taking a pull from his own drink.
x. Wanting: Lij
He’s not sure what he wants. Every time he sees him, all rational thought flies out of his head. Instead, he’s left with questions? What would it be like? To sit just a little closer? To lean his head against his shoulder? To breathe in, and know…things?
y. Wanting: Orli
This isn’t like him. This…indecision. You see what you want, you go after it. So why not this? It’s just one person. If he says yes, great. If he says no, there’s always someone that will say yes. So, why wait? He frowns, biting his lip. Why is he waiting?
z.
Four guys walk into a bar.
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One small thing: the line "It’s not that they’re keep everyone out, it’s just that they’re so obviously in." should probably be either "they keep everyone out" or "they're keeping everyone out". And it's my favourite line. lol.
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I'm glad you liked it. It's...weird. Not-boring, but...weird. Isn't it?
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And that's awesome...my problem when I try to write something with a lot of dialogue is that it gets confusing who's saying what...although if it just alternates between the people it's not so bad.
I should take a creative writing class next year. Hmm. I don't know if I need a portfolio to get in or not, though...which might be an issue, as I don't have one. lol
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The Dialogue!Drabble!Fic is here (http://ari.took-and-thain.net/fps/TheLook.htm) if you want to see it. It's a bit long (for me, at least...about 10 pages). I had a few people read over it and they were pretty much able to tell who said what (but there were only two talkers...if there had been three, I would have had to throw a lot more names in there to make sense of it). It was fun as hell to write, though. Everyone should write at least one fic while talking to people. It's weird what you come up with.
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Yes, very unusual and a nice treat - thank you!
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Oh, and thank you so, so much for the feedback. I live for it! I love trying new styles and forms of writing.
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Great job.
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This was so perfect I can't even begin. I'm not gonna re-post my favourite quotes, then half the fic would be pasted down here, and this is one of those types that I just can't properly verbalise my love for. Instead, i hope you'll settle for this extremely long ramble of -"Wow I loved this!!!"
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